I had a really interesting, yet, weird dream just now. I dreamed that I was at the airport with my sisters, and while we were walking, there was this young Caucasian boy, probably around the ball park age from 8-11. He seemed to be a jokester, just looking to cause some havoc, and I happened to be the next victim. He came up to me and blocked my way. Whenever I tried to move left, he would move there too. It didn't take long for me to get sick and tired of it, so I grabbed that boy by the hair, lifted him up, and slammed him down into the ground. Well, he got up and ran to his mother, who happened to be a cop working at the airport, and told on me, so I was brought in for questioning. This particular airport was strange, because the walls were clear so I could see the people working behind the scenes, so other officers and officials had seen what I had done. However, my sisters had my back, stating that he was doing that on purpose, and after reviewing the footage, it showed me kind of putting my hands up, telling the boy that I didn't want to even touch him. I didn't even remember that, but if it helped my case, then I didn't care. My name was finally cleared (although they never told me officially), and I was free to walk out. I thought that this would have been a bad situation for them because I could have easily taken this story to the press and make it a race thing and have the company get bad reviews and then people would make death threats to the airport and they would have to hire more security guards etc., so, in hindsight, that was probably another reason why they let me walk. I was so proud of one of my sisters especially having my back (the one with kids), because she herself, is more sensitive to injustice in minority communities.
Anyway, so as I left from then, I walked by a giant clear window next to some mini steps, where three African-Americans were talking, a man, and two ladies. They were dressed professionally, or "fancy" as I call it. The guy had on a dark-bluish or black business suit with squarish brown sunglasess, and one of the ladies had a dark buisness short skirt on, sunglasses as well, with a hairstyle similar to Konanga Tyson when she was on Real Chance of Love. I really don't remember what the third lady looked like, but what I was thinking a the time was I wish I could be a fancy as them one day, then they left. I continue to walk close to the window, and as I did, I started to think about my transition, and then I saw myself in a "flash" in my mind with me looking like a refined young man, with facial hair, with a "royal" look to me, at least in my mind. When I got to the window, I rested my forehead upon it and viewed the outside, and there was a bad storm. It was so bad, that the announcer said that some particular single jet flights may have to be cancelled because of the dangerous weather conditions. I saw two red and white jets slowly spinning around in the ground, and they were curved to point up....almost like a rocket, waiting to take off. I took a deep look at the storm clouds and compared that to my transition, and how life will before me once I tell my family about my top surgery. That got me a bit depressed, but then out of nowhere, a rainbow started to emerge from the right and it "pushed" the clouds to the left a little bit. While there were more storm clouds than the bright light from the sunny, rainbow side, I felt a glimpse of hope, and I said to myself, "God is with me", and that is when the two jets took off into the sunny part of the sky. However, once they disappeared into the sky, the clouds quickly took their place back, and circled the sunny skies. I thought it looked kind of funny because it reminded me of a butt hole (my exact wording to describe that in the dream), but then I thought "oh no, I hope this isn't a bad omen for my life...." Regardless, I lifted my head up and looked down, only to realize that I had dropped all of my keys (house key and work key), so I picked them up, and as I did that, the announcer got all weird, apologize to dead soldiers, and some other categories of people what I don't remember. That is when that dream kind of ended, and it went to me coming home, and seeing a bunch of stuff brought home from teh Goodwill by my mother, one of them included an exercise machine that parts were in the wrong place, lol. I extremely felt claustrophobic and icky....
